Instant Manifestation Example One of Millions

When you are on the right path and things start happening to your advantage so blatantly obvious that the universe is conspiring to help you -

Earlier on tonight, I helped dye my housemates hair purple using gensen violet in a jug of freezing cold water. Later on we are sitting in our lounge with her boyfriend and she goes upstairs to fetch her hairdryer to dye her hair. She dries her hair and then goes rummaging through packets of collected essential crap. She found a cardboard arm you get in your chinese long glove packs. I decided to work on it right away as we'd been making Fairy Hands and Feet for shops but needed a nice display to show them off and were in search of hands or feet.
I decided to papier mache the flimsy arm to make it sturdier and give it body. Chani had newspaper stored in a box behind me and had put my packet with woodglue in it (perfect for papier mache). I did the first layer of papier mache and I didn't have the patience to wait for the glue to dry and instantly I recalled Chani bringing down her hairdryer.

In the small space of half an hour, the universe pushed my entire project onto my lap literally. The only thing I had to get up for was to use the hair dryer. I even had brushes and water ready as I initially had the urge to paint.

Spirit Talketh Througheth

I'm psychologizing and socializing so I can analyse your kind. I need to know what each of you know - or think you know.
And I want you to understand that at this precise moment something speaks through me.

Watch as the world goes round
Watch as we all turn North,
Hear as the wind blows East,
And on this night we feast.
I'm in a world of wonder.
But in this night I plunder
The village in which I bore
A planet gone to shore,
I find I know too much
But somehow I must touch
Every planet on this Earth,
Tonight's the night of birth,
And somehow you will know
That the river in you flows
And the skin on your roses burns cold
And tonight your souls are told
In the Earth your hearts are held.
Please help us break this veil
Between this world and the trail
Into a freedom we will be
That runs its fins into the sea.
Just understand
This is only through my hand,
I speak through -
To all of you.

You Have to Burn Before You Learn

You have to crash into the bottom Before You know how good the top feels like. As soon as you become complacent with your current situation - no moving forward, backward, side to side.

Stagnant.

Something will slam you -  crash bang against the lowest form if living. You will suffer great loss - whether emotional, material, physical... You will see no light. Only dark. For a while you will be surrounded by the blackest vision.

When the dust settles and you start to see shapes take place. Opportunities start growing like mushrooms - overnight - suddenly big and succulent, bouncing with flavour. This happens so fast that you look back and find yourself an idiot for giving in to the sweet temptations of depression and self-loathing.
There is an addictive strain there.
If you hit the right nerve, you might get sucked into a whirlpool of despair with a pinch of anger slathered thickly in hatred.

Hatred is as powerful as love.
They are polar opposites.
This happens when you lose hope.

That white light that follows you around in the form of a butterfly flittering about your mind searching for solutions to your problems.

You need to focus on that butterfly.
You need to open your mind to possibility.
Trust your instincts and breathe.
Let it go.
Let it no longer serve you.
Clear your mind.
Focus on that butterfly.

Suddenly all you went through becomes so obviously reasonable.
It has given you an answer, a reason why you had to suffer. An awakening through the grief. You have learnt greatly about your personal journey. It has helped you more than you know.
Sometimes the pain is too great and you can't seem to shake the grief or the anger brewing inside you. You feel like life has let you down. The world is against you. "Why me?" runs like a stuck record over and over and over again. "Why me?"

You need to let go.
You need to allow yourself to get up.
You need to allow yourself to grow.
You need to let go.
Only you can save you,
Only you can pull yourself out of misery.
Only you can rise back  up and follow that butterfly.
You need to trust yourself and everything around you.
You need to stop trying to control your life.
Dive into that river and let it guide you.
Listen to the universe.
The universe gives you signs and gently nudges you in the right direction.

And if "Why me?" returns for a re-match, look at those around you and listen to their stories. You will find yourself changing tune and saying "Lucky I'm not them!"
Then you realize that everyone suffers. You are not the only one, so stop your selfish misery and start living. You are only on this planet once - as far as You can remember - unless you've had the fortune of experiencing your past lives - make the most of your life here on Earth.

We all need you.
You are connected to everyone
And everyone's connected to you.
Take responsibility for yourself.
Breathe.
Take time to breathe.
Reconnect with that silent inner you.
Reconnect with universal consciousness.
Reconnect - Breathe.
Reconnect with that butterfly,
It will show you the way.
Let go, breathe.
Let go, breathe,
And life will go your way.
Be patient.

Prelude

The Kleinzee Project - Season 1 Episode 1

Sunday's in Kleinzee are days that ghosts and forgotten skeletons come out to play. Our journey here was incredible.
4am on a Friday with a chill breeze and a black sky, we embarked on our epic travels to a far away dorp in the heart of our homeland South Africa.

We were meant to leave at 2. But there was goodbye coffee with the half asleep parents and Yoda escaping her voyage by hiding up the street until we gave up and left and she eventually blinked back to cuddle with my mom. She knew we wanted to take her, and it seems she knew what the next 10 hours of her life would be like. Clever cat!

It was actually quick, considering. We had good time, ahead of schedule, totally annihilating the long straights and gobsmacked at the awe and beauty of the sheer vastness of the nothing around us and the sunrise was a glimmer of salvation from the nights blackness swallowing us.

Then the colours splashed and the mountains and dry but still green valleys bounced into view. Winding roads up hills, between huge boulders, and I think we drove through a mountain at some point.
Then it went bright orange! Blue skies dotted with clouds and a burnt orange background with tufts of a blackish green.
And the gravel. Yes! The gravel! 60k's or so with orange dust flying around us, getting into our eyes and mouths and making our coke and cream soda erupt all over but I saved the day by the slow opening process.

Garages on Sundays

Twice yesterday in a little country village, I felt the curling depths of my pristine indignantry. So sombrely I stepped across a stone crossing infested with a team of bullfrogs. Marching to and fro and squealing with delight as the poor little flitzy flotzy flies came fluttering about in the wrong kinda neighbourhood. This gang, this demonic army of severely grotesque bullfrogs are in control of this feeble looking road crossing made with little stones on a burnt orange hue of gravel as opposed to white paint on tar.  My car had run out of petrol a little way up the road and I was trodding along, minding my own Facebook page, scrolling away, stalking a secret admirer on my Galaxy S20, when bam shawam! I am surrounded by an awkwardly stoner moment, unsure of the delicate veil between worlds and that ridiculous paranoia where you reckon you've sliced the world apart with your mind. You know that feeling I'm talking about. I looked around me, expression of pure drug-buying guilt. Check right, make sure no-one is looking, look left so right looks less obvious and I just realised that I was actually crossing the road. So natural road crossing behaviour as a matter of fact. But that inner feeling of guilt, like someone's gonna drive past and scream 'wierdo!' and hoot and push me out the middle of the road where I ought not to be in the first place. I'm like ok I better cross the road quickly and not get run over just because a bunch of simpleton looking bullfrogs are coming after my ankles and trying to get me off balance so I can topple over and get hit by a car with some whimp screaming 'wierdo!' at me and reverse just to hear the squelch to make sure I've cross my heavenly road.

To be continued.....

Checkpoint

Stop here. Take a breather. Feel my ghostly breath tickling your earlobes. I've been a ghost once. Once when I died. I died because my curiosity killed me. Like a cat. Pussy. I watched my blood being extracted from my arm. Thick, gooey, then those grey dots. "Daddy, I feel funny". Dead. Like my grandparents, all of them. Like my pets in the backyard under brush, under stone.... Dead. No bright light, no random jesus with a clipboard or the broad heavenly smile of his dad. Just pure nothingness. Like a sleep. With dreams. Like those break-time school days with the boys in the toilets. Taking turns to pass each other out. Those dreams. Those are probably the dreams you have in the elevator to the gates of heaven. It must be a long ride up. Coz those dreams were pretty intense and always felt like ages. No cheesy elevator music. Just dreams. I'd call them more like explosive imagery scenes of information. It always felt like I'd learnt something after a pass-out break-time session.

I look up and see a teeny miniature human being baptized. How sad. The creature has no say in its own religious choice. That's pretty fucked up. Then the adult humans laugh and clap hands and cry. Oh, the mother admits the miniature has no idea about what's going on. But in defense claims the kid is having a good time. Parents sometimes know nothing about what's going on in their offspring minds.

Like my dad. He was calling the mortuary when  my ghost returned to my body. He cried and clapped his hands. How weird. Why do humans sometimes clap their hands and cry?

How silly!